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Mostafa's POV
I've heard it all "He's only here because of his last name." "Someone who actually deserves it should be on the team instead." "Why have talent when you can just use daddy's name?" did it bother me? Yes, I would be a liar if I said it didn't. But I knew the only way to shut them up is by showing them the real reason I'm here...the fact that I'm worthy...I'm more than my last name and they'll see.
"Hey, practice is starting." I was so lost in my thoughts I barely noticed Emam entering the changing room.
"Wh- oh okay yeah, I'll be right there"
"Okay but hurry, we're waiting for you" he said and then left. I tried my best to shook off those thoughts cause if I really wanna prove myself I have to try my best to put my whole focus on practice, I put on my gloves and followed Emam to the field, practice wasn't half bad but I'd have to do better than that if I wanna play the World Cup.
"Hey, the guys and I are gonna hang out at my place, do you wanna tag along?" Emam asked me, he's probably the closest one to me here "yeah, sure."
"Okay, do you wanna ride with me or follow me with your car?"
"You go, I'll gather my stuff and meet you there."
I grabbed my things and drove to his house. By the time I arrived, almost everyone was already there.
"Oufa in da house! Get here man, I was waiting for you to kick your ass again." Yasser said handing me a controller "For the millionth time I know how to stop goals not score them." I said, still taking it from him even though I know I'll probably get cooked "Everyone knows how to score goals on PS you're just a loser."
"Just fucking press play, will ya?" Yeah, okay I probably shouldn't have played cause now it's taking everything in me not to punch him in the face "Chill bro, you scored one goal." I said rolling my eyes at him.
"And how many did you score? That's right, none." he said laughing.
"Yasser, Emam is asking for you in the kitchen." Hany said and Yasser finally left.
"Oh finally, I could literally kiss Emam right now for getting him off my ass"
"I actually made that up, Emam isn't even in the kitchen."
"Oh so you're saying I should kiss you instead?" I said laughing.
"Wha- n-no no, that's not what I meant." he said nervously.
"Relax, I know. I'm just fucking with you."
"Oh, okay...cool..cool cool cool." he said now less nervous "wanna play?" He asked.
"Would you be an asshole about me losing?" He shook his head "okay yeah, come on then."
I surprisingly wasn't getting my ass kicked for once in my life "Oh come on, I know what you're doing." I said.
"What?" He asked.
"You're clearly going easy on me. "
"No I'm not. "
"Okay then," I said, scoring an own goal.
"Why did you do that?" He asked.
"Because you're too nice to score your own goal."
"And you're so stubborn."
"So I've heard. " thankfully he stopped half-assing the game and started playing like he normally would, and I lost...again but this time I wasn't as mad.
"You're not too bad, you know. " he said.
"And you're not a very good liar, you know. " I said tilting my head to the side and he laughed.
"Wait, where is everyone?" he asked.
"I think...they left? And knowing Emam, he's probably asleep by now. " I said.
"What? Are you kidding me? I came here with Trezeguet, he was supposed to drop me off on his way home. "
"That's on you for counting on Trezeguet...but don't worry I can drop you off."
"No no it's okay, I'll just take an uber."
"I said I'm dropping you off, now shut up and let's go okay?" He didn't argue anymore and followed me to my car.
We got into my car and as I was about to drive I saw him struggling with his seatbelt "oh yeah it gets stuck a lot. Here, let me give you a hand." I started pulling it until it finally got loose as I was about to let go I noticed how heavily he was breathing, and then my eyes met his and we stayed like this for probably a few seconds but it felt much longer than that
“ehm here you go." I said finally breaking eye contact.
"Right...thanks." he said quietly.
"Of course." we spent the rest of the ride in awkward silence until we finally arrived at his apartment complex and I could swear I heard him saying thank god under his breath but that might have been me projecting.
"Thank you so much for the ride."
"Don't mention it." he gave me a smile and was about to get out of the car before I stopped him "wait did you leave your car back at the club?"
"Yeah I don't really like driving at night."
"So how are you getting there tomorrow?"
"I'll just call an uber."
"I can drive you if you want...you're on my way anyway."
"You really really reaaally don't have to." he said pleading.
"It's okay, I want to."
"Fine, just cause I know you'll never take no for an answer."
"See, you're starting to know me better...be ready at 7:30." I said smiling at him and then drove off.
I was scrolling through my phone when I got a text from him that said "watch this" with a youtube video link attached, it was a tutorial on how to play PS for beginners.
"Rub salt onto my wound, will ya?" I texted back.
"Just in case you played against Yasser again, don't wanna have to be a witness in his murder case."
"So it's for your own selfish reasons and here I thought you were looking out for me :("
"Who says it can't be both?"
"Okay but for full disclosure I'm not watching this so I guess I'll see you in court." he haha-d my message.
"We should probably sleep or we're getting scolded by coach tomorrow." he texted.
"Fine, good night. 7:30 don't be late."
"Good night and I won't :)" I hearted the message, set 5 alarms for tomorrow, put my phone on my nightstand and finally went to sleep.